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Friends, I don't want to distract you away from the main article that you should most definitely read below, entitled: 'The Infamous Story of the Bordello Clock'. However recent events today require some attention (plus oh how I have neglected you little blog, so I'm making a renewed effort.. soon you shall flourish from a baby blog into a tweenager).

Two things happened today which never in a million years would I have expected to witness in my lifetime. One may surprise you, one may not.... or they both might... or maybe neither shall... but either way it makes for two interesting tales.

1. A coworker mentioned to me today that their friend was applying to be....... dun dun dun..... PART OF THE BORDER PATROL! Apparently there is some intense training that goes into this, physically grueling fitness tests, fluency in Spanisimo, a high quality credit rating (puhscuse? this one is bizarre), and some regular mental competency tests. I never expected to hear about anyone actually signing up for this... I mean... you just sort of assume the hillbillies down south decide to mosey on over there and set up shop for a couple days so they can shoot stuff. But apparently we have some kind of national border patrol task force, always on the watch. Props to that guy/gal whomever they may be... I guess props... honestly, please comment and tell me if you've ever heard of someone no more than two spheres of friendship (aka not more than a friend of a friend) away from you doing that.

2. This wet evening I ventured upon what I believe to be a very important artifact shoved into the rain sodden grass. It was quite muddy, but it's tiny little digital screen was all too clear to me once I picked it up. No not a cell phone (like I thought it might be.. damn coulda used one), but this was in fact a drug dealer's measuring scale. How do I know it came from a drug dealer you might be wondering... the simple answer is... it literally couldn't measure anything larger than about 4 quarters put together. Actually make that 25 DIMES. This thing is tiny ACB (as could be), like cell phone sized or even a bit smaller. For sure a drug dealers, I am 100% certain. I plan on retracing my steps in the morning and locating where I found it, perhaps I will find some crack pipes, heroin needles, and other assorted drugly things I can sell to little kids on the train for a small profit. Don't judge, gotta pay the bills any way I can in this economy. But I'm letting the scale dry out in my car for the night, i'll have an update post tomorrow hopefully with a picture to show you how drug-tastic this scale looks.

Interesting day to say the least... now please scroll down some more and continue reading the Bordello clock post and any others you may have missed since you last peaked in!